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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.