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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.