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 Germany 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.