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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.