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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.