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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.