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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.