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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.