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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trojans to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.