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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.