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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.