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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.