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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.