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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.