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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.