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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.