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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
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.