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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 June of 44 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.