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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
Suicide,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.