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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.