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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.