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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.