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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.