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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Faust,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.