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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.