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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.