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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.