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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.