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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.