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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.