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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.