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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.