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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 UT 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.