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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.