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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.