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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.