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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Whodini,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.