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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.