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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.