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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.