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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.