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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.