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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
John Cale,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.