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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.