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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.