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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.