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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.