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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.