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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.