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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.