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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.