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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.