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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.