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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.