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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.