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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.