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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Wire,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.