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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Franke,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.