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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.