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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.