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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Little Man,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.