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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.