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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
AZ,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.