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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
PIL,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.