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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Index,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.