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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.