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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.