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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.