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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.