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 Nauru and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.