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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.