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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.