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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Index,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.