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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.