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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.