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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.