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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.