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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.