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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.