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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.