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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.