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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.