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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Can,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Qualms,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.