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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.