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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
DNA,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Brick,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.