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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Index,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.