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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.