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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.