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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.