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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.