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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.