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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.