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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.