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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.