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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 London and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Goldenarms 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Monks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.