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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Slave,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.