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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.