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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.