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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.