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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.