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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.