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 France and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Monks,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Organ,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.