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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Victims to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.