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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.