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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.