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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Wire,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.