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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.