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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.