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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Can,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.