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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.