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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Smog,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.