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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Mars,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.