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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.