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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.