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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.