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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.