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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.