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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
JFA,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.