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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.