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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.