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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Television,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.