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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Q65,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.