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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Index,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.