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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.