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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.