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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.