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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
CMW,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.