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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.