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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.