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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Index,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.