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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 rock 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 Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
China Crisis,
UT,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.