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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.