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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.