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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.