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 Zambia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.