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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.