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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.