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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Little Man to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.