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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.