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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Can,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.