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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.