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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.