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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
JFA,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.