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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Deakin,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.