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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.