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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.