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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.