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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.