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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.