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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Can,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.