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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.