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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.