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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.