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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.