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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.