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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.