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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Organ,
a-ha,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.