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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Index,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.