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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Television to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.