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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Names,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.