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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.