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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
June Days,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.