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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.