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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Can,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.