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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.