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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.