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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.