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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gong,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.