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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.