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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Dead C 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.