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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.