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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Scientists,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
New Order,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.