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 Malta and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.