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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.