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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.