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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
X-101,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.