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 Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.