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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Fear,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.