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 India and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Index,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.