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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.