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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.