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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
JFA,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.