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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.