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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.