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 Italy 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.