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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.