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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Move,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.