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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
X-102,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.