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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.