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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.