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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.