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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.