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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.