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 Malta 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.