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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
JFA,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Monks,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.