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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.