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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.