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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
JFA,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.