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 Lucia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.