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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.