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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Monks,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.