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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.