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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.