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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.