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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.