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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
X-101,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.