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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.