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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.