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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.