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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.