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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.