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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.