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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
cv313,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
the Germs,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.