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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.