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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.