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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.