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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Adolescents 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Roxette,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.