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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.