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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.