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 Mongolia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.