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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.