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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.