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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.