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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.