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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.