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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Faust,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.