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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Associates to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.