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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.