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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.