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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Index 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.