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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.