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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Index,
The Residents,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.