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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.