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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Magma 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.