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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.