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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.