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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.