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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.