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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.