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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Faust,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.