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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Nico,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.