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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.