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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Faust,
Hoover,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.