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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.