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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.