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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.