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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.