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 Gabon 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.