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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.