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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Move,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.