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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.