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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Names,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.