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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.