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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.