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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.