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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.