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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.