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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Index,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Television,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.