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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.