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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.