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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.