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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.