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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
CMW,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.