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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.