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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.