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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
DNA,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.