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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.