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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 funk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.