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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swell Maps 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.