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 Somalia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.