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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.