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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.