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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.