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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.