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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.