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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.