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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Camberwell Now 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.