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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.