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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.