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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Busters,
X-102,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.