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 India and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Japan,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.