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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.