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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.