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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.