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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens 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?
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.