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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Nas,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.