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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.