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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.