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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Monks,
Chrome,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.