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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.