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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.