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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.