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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.