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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.