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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Scion to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
The Index,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Japan,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.