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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.