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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.