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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Visage,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.