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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.