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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.