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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.