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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Pole,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.