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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.