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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.