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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.