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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.