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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.