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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Television,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.