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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Slave,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Japan,
Can,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.