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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.