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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.