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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.