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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.