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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.