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 Syria 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.