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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.