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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.