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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.