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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.