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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Pagans,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Faust,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.