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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.