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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.