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 Mexico 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.