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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Brick,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.