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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.