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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.