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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.