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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Amon Düül 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.