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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.