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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
The Motions,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.