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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
PIL,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.