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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.