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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Magma,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.