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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.