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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dark Day 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.