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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.