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 Syria and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.