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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Technova,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.