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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.