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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.