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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.