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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Smog,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.