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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.