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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.