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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.