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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.