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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.