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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.