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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
UT,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.