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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.