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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.