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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
ABC,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.