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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Newcleus,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.