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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.