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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.