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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.