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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ossler 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.