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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Television,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.