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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.