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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.