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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.