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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
UT,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.