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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.