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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Visage,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Unwound,
the Swans,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.