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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Techniques,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.