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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.