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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.