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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.