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 China and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Slave,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.