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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Japan to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.