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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.