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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.