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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Pole,
The Names,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.