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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.