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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.