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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
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.