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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Evens,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.