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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.