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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.