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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.