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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.