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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.