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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.