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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Mars,
Television,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.