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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.