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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.