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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Excepter,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.