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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.