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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.