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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.