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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.