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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.