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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.