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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.