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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Organ,
The Human League,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.