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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.