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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Ossler,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.