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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.