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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.