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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.