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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.