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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.