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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.