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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.