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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.