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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.