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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.