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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.