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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Index,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
June Days,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.