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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.