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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.