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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.