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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.