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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.