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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The Slits,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.