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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.