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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.