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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
the Slits,
AZ,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.