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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.