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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.