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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.