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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.