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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Count Five to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Yaz,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.