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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.