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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.