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 Afghanistan 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 New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.