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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s 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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.