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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.