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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.