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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.