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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
PIL,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.