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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.