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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.