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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.