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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.