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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.