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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.