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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.