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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.