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 Honduras 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.