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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Moebius,
ABC,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.