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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.