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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.