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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.