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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.