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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Faust,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.