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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.