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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Monks,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Wire,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.