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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.