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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.