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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.