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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.