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 the UAE 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.