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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.