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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.