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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.