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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.