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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.