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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.