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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.