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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.