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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Television,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.