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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.