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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.