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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.