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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Television to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.