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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.