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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.