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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.