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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.