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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.