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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Moleskins to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.