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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.