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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Index,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.