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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.