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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
UT,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.