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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.