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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Stooges,
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.