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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.