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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s 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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.