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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.