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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.