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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Index,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.