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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.