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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.