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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.