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-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.