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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.