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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.