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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.