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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.