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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.