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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.