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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.