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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Japan,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.