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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.