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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.