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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.