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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
June Days,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.