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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.