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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.