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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.