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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.