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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Busters,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.