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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.