Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.