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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.