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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.