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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.