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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.