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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.