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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.